Little Red Dragon
Title: Little Red Dragon
Fandom: MBLAQ
Summary: MBLAQ, little red riding-hood style.
AN: -_-;; attempt at crack
Just as he was about to take another bite, someone called his name. Mireu stopped walking, his eyes bulged out, thinking it was Seungho or Byunghee, Mireu quickly stuffed the rest of the cookie into his mouth.
"Yah! MIREU!" Finally recognizing the loud voice as it was more closer this time around, Mireu relaxed, it was only Joon. Turning around, Mireu waited for the other to catch up to where he was standing before giving him a big grin, "Hey Joonbug!" Knowing the other fairly well, the younger boy was sure Joon didn't have any diseases so it was okay to share germs with him. Stretching out his arm, he held the cookie in front of the other's mouth, offering him a bite.
Pleased with the gesture, Joon took a bite, letting the sweet taste swirl in his mouth. It tasted good! After he was done, he looked at Mire expectantly, waiting to be offered more. Already knowing what the other was thinking, Mireu started walking. "These are for Cheondoong, he's sick. So no more for you."
Pouting, Joon trailed behind the other boy, "Buuuuuut I'm sick too. See!" He said, as he pretended to cough. Merely waving the other off, Mireu kept walking as he ate another cookie, completely disregarding that the cookies weren't even his, "Go ask Byunghee to make it for you then."
With a small huff, Joon watched as Mireu set off, leaving trails of cookie crumbs behind. "Hmmm… maybe I can trick Mireu into thinking I'm Doongie then." Heading to the shortcut he knew, Joon made it to Cheondoong's house way before the other. He managed to tie and hide the sick guy in a record time before quickly disguising himself with a scarf wrapped around his head and donning huge sunglasses.
Just as he hopped into bed, the doorbell rang. "Come in the doors not locked!" he called out. Once he was in the house, Mireu carelessly tossed the basket onto the side, heading over to Cheondoong's room. "Man, you must be really sick. Your voice is starting to sound like Joo-" Halfway through his sentence, Mireu started at the sick boy suspiciously.
"Why… are you wearing glasses?"
Clearing his voice, Joon answered back, trying his hardest to mimic Cheondoong's voice. "My eyes hurt…"
Shrugging with the answer, Mireu didn't think much about it as he plopped on the foot of the bed. His eyes traveled the other's bare arms. It was bigger than his!
"Have you been working out?!"
"A little.." Joon responded, watching the other as he formed a planned in his head.
Cocking his head to the side, Mireu frowned, "I think your head got bigger too!"
Puffing his cheeks out, "IT IS NOT!!" Joon shouted as he grabbed the scarf, tossing it down with annoyance. Well so much for a plan… glancing at Mireu, he quickly dashed out to the table, grabbing the basket. "ALL MINE!"
He dug his greedy hands in, only to grab crumbs. Frowning, Joon peered inside. All the cookies were gone! He glanced up, sending an accusing glare at Mireu.
"WHAT?! I was hungry."
Fandom: MBLAQ
Summary: MBLAQ, little red riding-hood style.
AN: -_-;; attempt at crack
Just as he was about to take another bite, someone called his name. Mireu stopped walking, his eyes bulged out, thinking it was Seungho or Byunghee, Mireu quickly stuffed the rest of the cookie into his mouth.
"Yah! MIREU!" Finally recognizing the loud voice as it was more closer this time around, Mireu relaxed, it was only Joon. Turning around, Mireu waited for the other to catch up to where he was standing before giving him a big grin, "Hey Joonbug!" Knowing the other fairly well, the younger boy was sure Joon didn't have any diseases so it was okay to share germs with him. Stretching out his arm, he held the cookie in front of the other's mouth, offering him a bite.
Pleased with the gesture, Joon took a bite, letting the sweet taste swirl in his mouth. It tasted good! After he was done, he looked at Mire expectantly, waiting to be offered more. Already knowing what the other was thinking, Mireu started walking. "These are for Cheondoong, he's sick. So no more for you."
Pouting, Joon trailed behind the other boy, "Buuuuuut I'm sick too. See!" He said, as he pretended to cough. Merely waving the other off, Mireu kept walking as he ate another cookie, completely disregarding that the cookies weren't even his, "Go ask Byunghee to make it for you then."
With a small huff, Joon watched as Mireu set off, leaving trails of cookie crumbs behind. "Hmmm… maybe I can trick Mireu into thinking I'm Doongie then." Heading to the shortcut he knew, Joon made it to Cheondoong's house way before the other. He managed to tie and hide the sick guy in a record time before quickly disguising himself with a scarf wrapped around his head and donning huge sunglasses.
Just as he hopped into bed, the doorbell rang. "Come in the doors not locked!" he called out. Once he was in the house, Mireu carelessly tossed the basket onto the side, heading over to Cheondoong's room. "Man, you must be really sick. Your voice is starting to sound like Joo-" Halfway through his sentence, Mireu started at the sick boy suspiciously.
"Why… are you wearing glasses?"
Clearing his voice, Joon answered back, trying his hardest to mimic Cheondoong's voice. "My eyes hurt…"
Shrugging with the answer, Mireu didn't think much about it as he plopped on the foot of the bed. His eyes traveled the other's bare arms. It was bigger than his!
"Have you been working out?!"
"A little.." Joon responded, watching the other as he formed a planned in his head.
Cocking his head to the side, Mireu frowned, "I think your head got bigger too!"
Puffing his cheeks out, "IT IS NOT!!" Joon shouted as he grabbed the scarf, tossing it down with annoyance. Well so much for a plan… glancing at Mireu, he quickly dashed out to the table, grabbing the basket. "ALL MINE!"
He dug his greedy hands in, only to grab crumbs. Frowning, Joon peered inside. All the cookies were gone! He glanced up, sending an accusing glare at Mireu.
"WHAT?! I was hungry."